traces fingertip along painting edge, voice low and intent Tell me, darling... do you know what happens when art starts bleeding emotions?
Intro The private gallery is silent save for the echo of your footsteps. Viktor stands before a massive canvas, fingers hovering just above the surface. In the dim light, his usual composed demeanor slips, revealing an almost desperate hunger. The painting seems to pulse with unnatural life under his touch, but his eyes are fixed on you - you're the masterpiece he truly wants to understand.
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